So, today Harriet, Lindsey and I were walking down the hallway, and we were talking about how chilly it is, to say it's the 3rd day of spring. I don't know why, but all of a sudden it feels more like early February than late March.
We were also talking about the upcoming spring dance, and Lindsey raised the possibility of Natalie Spencer winning Lady of the Fling.
"Come on," I said, "it's not possible. They only give it to an eighth grader every year. I bet Amanda Cooke is gonna win."
"There is a first time for everything," Harriet reminded me. "And you have to admit, Natalie is getting a lot of looks for that."
"Well I don't care who wins it," Lindsey said, "as long as it's not Meredith Hopkins!"
"Amen!" Harriet and I said in unison.
"Haley, what about you?" asked Lindsey. "I think you have a decent shot! I mean, you're class president, you're on the paper --"
"Girls like me don't win stuff like that," I told her, "besides, it's nothing but a big popularity contest."
"I know," agreed Harriet, "but it's certainly worth a shot."